Kneeling at the table, Saber enjoys the meal you had cooked for her. Over the past year her gluttony has brought a great quantity of fat upon her once slim body. Yet even with a figure so bloated with adipose that her bare belly hangs out of her clothes, she still holds an air of grace about her. "That was a delightful meal, master. I can tell you've been improving your craft." Saber lets out a small burp, at which her cheeks turn a fair shade of red. "...Pardon me."